[b]“Sukoh…Sukoh…Sukoh…Wake…Wake…Wake…”[/b] called the voices, a multitude, a host of voices touching the consciousness of the great bear, voices that fluttered as a dream in his peaceful slumber. 

Then a touch, a physical thing, a gentle, hesitant touch along his head, pressing his left ear back softly. 

[b]“Sukoh. Gentle bear, this slumber is not eternal. Your time to rest has not come. Gentle Sukoh waken.” [/b]

Scathach rose from her kneeling position, her long back and purple gown falling around her, a soft red light falls from where her eyes should be, bathing the giant form before her. 

[b]“Come Sukoh, come and sit with me a while, tell me the tale of your life great bear.”[/b]

Scathach turned and moved away, an ethereal shadow vanishing in the darkness, yet a faint reddish glow lingered in the air, allowing the enormous creature to follow if he so chooses.

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On a great throne, Scathach, the Dreaming Queen sits; red energies flowing from her eye sockets. Bathing the entire area in a soft glow, her face concealed with a veil. The grand chamber, the Dreaming Throne surrounded by shadows, movements in the darkness. Seated and seeing all, observing and sharing thought forms and ideas with other Dreamers.

 In the vast churning transparent gloom, there is a single spot, a high back chair, seemingly out of place for it is full of life. The chair is located near the steps leading to the Dreaming Throne, upon a softly glowing twelve feet by twelve feet parcel of land that is untouched by the shadowy dream energies.

The chair is Cathrel’s, her spot among the great Dreamers. Her sanctuary, untouched by the power of dreams, her own space to shape and control, a space that the Dreaming Queen had given to her, so that she may dream unfettered by the others.